Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 26 Magic
[A bit of magic has been used]
[A bit of magic has been used]
[A bit of magic has been used]
[...]
With the notification sound in his ears, coupled with the real-time changes in the data in the window in front of him, Yorks basically knows the consumption of magic power well.

He put the bullets that had been consecrated and enchanted in front of him one by one into the small bag next to him, and there was a crisp jingling sound when they collided inside.

The enchantment of a bullet basically costs a little mana. According to his estimation, the effect should be permanent, which is similar to the two points of mana he sent out.

At the same time, according to his guess, if his magic power is not transformed through the system and forced to be used by others, it is probably only available to him.

Just like the enchanted bullets now, he has an effect when he uses them, but once in someone else's hands, the enchanting effect of the bullet itself disappears without a trace.

This point is a bit special, as if some kind of weapon recognizes its master.

So there is a difference between consuming it yourself and giving it to others. Consuming it yourself can be recovered through time. To be precise, it can recover a little magic power every 1 minute.

Yorks narrowed his eyes slightly, and this pattern gave him a very familiar feeling.

The blue bar in the game, casting a certain skill in the game will consume a certain amount of blue bar value.

Thinking of this, Yorks felt a little regretful looking at the extremely monotonous personal panel.

So far, the system has not given him any skills. Even if random missions appear, the rewards are basically points, so the use of magic power is all his own groping.

For example, in the middle of the night, when you can't see your fingers, spreading the magic power into your eyes is equivalent to wearing a night vision goggle.

For example, spreading to bullets will increase bullet penetration, damage and other effects. With consecrated bullets, it is especially effective against evil spirits and demons.

The most abnormal thing is that this magic power can also cooperate with holy water, and even with the Bible, and other effects.

The rest is just like that, fetching things from a distance or something, which is convenient but not lethal.

This made Yorks think that the magic power in his body was like a universal treasure chest.

Of course, it was limited to this. Yorks felt that he hadn't figured out the magic power in his body. You must know that in his previous life, magic power was usually the endorsement of a magician.

It's a pity that he is a priest, and he doesn't know how to learn this magic. For the sake of magic, he even checked the information in the secret vault of the church headquarters, but it's a pity that there is not a single magic book in the huge secret vault, and there are only a few fragments of records about magicians.

"It's a pity, otherwise it would be cool to think about bombing those demons with a big fireball." Yorks' eyes showed yearning, for him, equivalence equals justice!The greater the equivalent, the more justice! !
"magic……"

Yorks put away his deep-seated longing, grabbed a bullet in the small bag in front of him, and made a light cross with the knife in his hand, and the magic power spread automatically.

[A bit of magic has been used]
[A bit of magic has been used]
[...]
21pm exactly.

After enchanting the four bullets of 130, Yorks quickly left the priest mode and closed the church door to officially leave work.

Today, only a few acquainted believers came to pray, and he also fulfilled the duties of a priest to listen to the confessions of believers.

Under such circumstances, the day passed smoothly, and the time passed quickly without knowing it. Yorks subconsciously touched the envelope in his arms. Although he respected Old Brown's choice, he was still a little worried.

This is a kind old man, and he has been supported a lot.

"With Old Brown's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to kill those scumbags alone."

Yorks thought about what the old Brown would do. The current firearms have been produced, with low recoil, and there are a lot of firearms suitable for the elderly and women.

"Of course, it is not easy for Old Brown to deal with those people. He will probably use a pistol that is not easily exposed.
Although the control of pistols is very strict compared to rifles, for retired officers like Old Brown, it should not be difficult to obtain a concealed carry permit.

I have a pistol, and with Old Brown’s experience in war, he should be able to catch orders and surprise him as an old man..."

While thinking, Yorks sat in the driver's seat of the Ford Raptor, sighed inwardly, then shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to slowly leave the church and drive towards the place where Old Brown was.

He wants to confirm the safety of Old Brown.

Old Brown is a retired military officer, and his pension is still very generous, but in fact most of it is spent on Ms. Judith.

People who have never stayed in a hospital for a long time probably don't understand how expensive it is to spend every day in the hospital.

So the old Brown can only choose to live in the Temu community, because it costs less and saves money.

And less cost also means that the number of patrols here is less, and fewer patrols by patrols mean that the law and order is not very good.

This is an endless loop. In the long run, some gangsters have begun to settle in, and the presence of gangsters will also affect the atmosphere of the community...

The Ford Raptor was driving on the streets of the Teme community at a speed of twenty or thirty.

At a slow speed, Yorks saw the factors and sources of bad law and order from time to time.

On every street, there are a group of young men gathered together, their eyes are cold, and they stare at the passers-by at every turn. These people are not normal shoppers at first sight.

In addition to these people, Yorks also saw some young men trading something, and he saw with sharp eyes that there was white powder in the small bag, which was obviously some kind of drug.

It was so blatant, it was impossible for him to see this scene in his previous life.

"The law and order in the Temu community is getting worse..." Yorks pursed his lips, stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to the old Brown's house.

At a speed of more than 70 miles, in a short while, Yorks arrived at the place where he just met Old Brown yesterday morning, and it was also the place where he was made fun of by those guys.

Of course, this is not the place where Old Brown lived, but the scene here made his brows and eyes slightly wrinkled.

At night, the place where Old Brown came out that day has been surrounded by a conspicuous isolation zone, which is crowded with several police cars and ambulances, and the red light has been flashing in the inner path. In addition to these, there are also a group of melon-eating spectators crowded on the opposite side to watch the excitement.

"What happened?"

Yorks suddenly remembered Old Brown, his brows and eyes became tighter and tighter, and he simply drove directly to the isolation zone.

In front of the isolation strip is a group of police officers standing behind a police car.

"Officer Dean, what's going on?"

Looking at these American police officers with potbellies and vigilant expressions, Yorks asked a police officer he knew. He remembered the name of this police officer because his wife had brought him to church.

Hearing the sound, one of the police officers named Dean Baker looked at the pickup truck that suddenly stopped slowly in front of him. He wanted to drive away, but when he saw the people inside, he looked at his colleagues, and finally stretched out the isolation belt and came over, reaching the window with one hand.

"Father Yorks, why are you here?"

Yorks said calmly, "Find an old friend, he lives in this community."

Hearing this, Officer Baker glanced at the colleagues who were talking behind him again, and whispered.

"Father, be careful when passing here in the future, no, it's better not to come here."

(End of this chapter)